WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between boys and
a man with a boy AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF
TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading this
or not!
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TO-DANCE-WITHIN "To Dance Within"
Indian Boys at Play Copyright 1998 by Vince Water
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Author's Note: I'm finishing stories to my last printed booklet entitled
"Indian Boys at Play". As each is completed and master printed for the
booklet, I will release their expanded computer text to the Nifty Archive
for your advanced reading pleasure!
I welcome comments and suggestions on all my Indian boy stories.
Send E-mail to me at:
Vince_Water@HotMail.Com
PLEASE NOTE that this story is intended for the reading pleasure of
adults above the age of twenty-one. It may be freely distributed so
long as none of its content is changed. - Vince Water -
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* "To Dance Within" *
A white youth of eleven has been left in the care of a Shoshone
medicine man while is uncle is away on a trade. The Indian boys
have shown David their exciting and different ways. He hopes to
remain with his new friends on their reservation even after his
uncle returns. David likes being an Indian boy.
David held the delicate thing in the palm of his hand. It felt cool.
There was some mud staining its angry crimson color. The boy knew that in
nature, red often meant danger. That was very true for what he would be
attempting with the mushroom on this night of the full moon.
A red man had used it and survived. His name was Sha-sa-took, a
medicine man of the Shoshone Indians. He had performed the dangerous
ritual so that he could dance like the other men around the tribal fire.
His dance was not in the flesh but had been performed from within; his
spirit.
The shaman Sha-sa-took had explained it to David as being a part of a
waking dream that allowed him to perform beyond the limits of his
crippled body. He ate a red mushroom in the ritual. That's what had given
the man back the use of his legs so that he could dance. The mid-summer
celebration had been to honor the Great Mystery, their Indian God.
Participating in that honored ritual had been worth the risk to his life.
David carefully wiped the mud away from his mushroom with spit from
his fingers. He studied its crimson cap. It was a rather small mushroom.
The only one that he could find as Sha-sa-took directed. The rotting
trees he searched bore other kinds of mushrooms. The delicious grays were
the most plentiful along with the white ones. Only a single red-capped
mushroom had been found in the woods. The boy hoped it would be enough
for him to perform his own dance 'within.'
The shaman had told the boy that he was of age to attempt the
dangerous journey. It rarely killed the traveler. A boy who performed
the ritual was often given visions of his future. The hope of 'seeing
what will come to pass' had interested David. He desperately wanted to
learn which path his life would follow.
The boy eagerly ran back into the Indian Reservation. He darted from
the forest cover of sparse trees, leaped over a small creek and ran
towards the dusty flat lands. That water way marked the boundary of
Shoshone territory given to them from the United States Government. White
people were discouraged from entering the reservation of the red man but
he was permitted. Sha-sa-took had taken the boy into his lodge as the son
he'd lost long ago.
David smiled when he looked down at himself when he ran. He felt
cooled on his skin where the wind flapped his two deerskin cloths
against his body. The man had gifted him with a real Indian breechclout.
It wasn't much in the way of cover: the front flap hid his dick and balls
but from behind, his butt stuck out from the small rear flap. It was
often pinched by the other boys. His white skin and brown hair would
forever set him apart from the others yet in his heart, he wanted to
become an Indian boy!
David flew down the path to the lodges as a free spirit. The boy was
very happy today. He laughed at the stare an Indian girl gave him when
passing her gathering basket. His pale body must have looked funny in a
scanty breechclout.
David thought back to the day when he had stood against one of their
mud houses in his sagging pants. He had lost his shirt earlier.
Sha-sa-took offered him an Indian boy's flaps to wear. With only a
moment's hesitation, he had dropped his pants and replaced it with a
thong belt tied around his slim waist and two flaps of soft golden
deerskin folded over it.
At first, he had felt embarrassed to walk about the reservation
practically naked. The two cloths didn't seem to cover his body enough.
The other boys giggled at the sight of him. Their butts were flat and
lean while his stuck out. One boy had been curious about the Christian
cut to his penis. When he dared to lift up their front flaps for a peek,
he was amazed in turn by their thick-skinned poles.
That day with David's new friends had begun as one of exploration. The
Indian boys examined his pale body while he sheepishly looked over
theirs. Some of the younger boys went totally nude. All their bodies were
slim, sun-burned red and smooth skinned. David had fine hair covering
much of his arms and legs that amazed the Indian boys.
Their gentle curiosity soon turned to boldness. As dirty hands from
the Indian boys felt over David's body for its hair, one youth boldly
reached into the front of his breechclout. His fingers pulled on David's
groin hair and even dared to cup his dick and balls. He tried squirming
away but the six Indian boys kept him trapped between them. Their naughty
handling caused him to become erected. When he saw that the boys had
stiff dicks, his uneasiness gave way to excitement.
No boy spoke any words that David could understand. It was only
through gestures and touching that they communicated their intent. On
that afternoon behind the mud houses, David's new friends had shown him
how his hard dick could be thrilled towards release.
Some of the boys masturbated. They stood back to back, their butts
touching while performing their very naked act. Their skin rubbing game
had been a simple one so David tried it for himself. He giggled when
seeing an older boy pulling over the erecting skin of a younger boy who
tried resisting from playing along. That youth struggled free from his
captor and ran to David. He led the white boy's free hand down to his
erection so that it could be handled. David let go of his pole to offer
his left hand instead. The youth's dark burning eyes spoke of the thrills
David's pulling was offering him.
The little Indian boy reached his climax quickly. After he cried out
from the sweet pain, David released the boy's dick so that he could
finish pulling over his own. All of the other boys watched. He tried
ignoring their sly grins and embarrassing gestures of encouragement. It
was all too new to him. Their naked game of touching private parts and
each other was something the white boy had never imagined before.
David giggled to himself. His sweet thoughts about naked boys was
giving him a hard on. It pushed the front cloth from his body while he
ran. He carefully cupped his left hand around his prize. That hand had
been the one he used to play the Indian boy's rubbing game. If the
mushroom hadn't been so difficult to gather he would risk moving it to
his right hand so that he could satisfy his aching loins.
The boy glanced down at his free hand. It disappointed him that he
couldn't use it to handle his erection. Christian teachings forbade one
from using the right hand for dirty acts. He had to use his left hand to
wash his genitals or when wiping himself after emptying his bowels. None
of his Indian friends observed those restrictions. They had used both
hands when pulling over their erection skins and that of their friends.
David shook his head in confusion. He wanted to become an Indian.
Theirs was a different kind of life; more free yet it was hard to forget
the very strict upbringing his parents had given him. The Church had been
a central part of their daily lives. They sang many good songs and he
listened to God's teachings from the solemn robed man. How could he easily
forget all of that?
The boy looked down at himself with a frown. His dick had shrunk under
his front flap. Once more, he became a properly acting boy in God's eyes.
He had lost his erection from thinking clean thoughts. A pang of guilt
filled him. His life amongst the Indians seemed too good to be true.
David wondered when his uncle would be coming back for him. He
secretly hoped that it wouldn't be for a long, long while. There wasn't
any ill-will between the two of them; he hardly knew uncle Renolds. He
feared that his life as an Indian could come to an end upon the man's
return.
'When my uncle comes back, where will he take us?' David wondered. As
a trader in hard goods, the man had no proper home and he was no longer
accepted amongst the Amish. The boy was also considered an outcast by
Christian folk because of the manner of his parent's death. The Shoshone
had welcomed them. David hoped that his uncle would allow him to remain
with them.
David slowed to a walk when he neared the Indian village. Their earth
lodges came into sight. They were roughly shaped mounds made from dried
mud and grass which formed a single room sunken into the ground. It
remained cool inside because the floor was lower than ground level. The
entrance was wood-framed and had dirt steps going down into it.
Sitting before some of the lodges were Indian women performing chores
while they gossiped. One wrinkled-skin squaw was grinding dried corn
seeds between two stones. Another was sewing a pair of moccasins. David
walked past them bare footed. Like the other boys, he wouldn't be wearing
their soft leather shoes until becoming an adult. A Shoshone warrior wore
moccasins, pants leggings, a long cloth breechclout, painted war shirt
and feathers of the eagle in his hair. When David grew older, he too
would dress like a proud red man.
Sha-sa-took's earth lodge drew the boy to it. He quickened his pace
while butterflies seemed to be fluttering in his stomach. The precious
mushroom was held tightly in his clenched fingers. It reminded him of the
ritual he'd be undergoing this night. David wondered if he'd survive it
since his skin wasn't Indian red.
The youth descended the few steps into darkness. It was quiet inside
and very cool. There was the smell of burning wood and scorched fat. No
fire. The center pit was only smoldering. David's eyes took a while to
adjust as he stumbled around the lodge. He almost tripped over the man
sleeping over the floor. Covering him was a large buffalo skin. Loud
snoring came from his mouth so the boy sat down nearby and waited.
David's thoughts went deep. He counted the number of months that had
passed since his uncle left him with the Shoshone. It had been nearly
`three moons' as the Indians would say. After the death of his parents
last winter, Renolds had become responsible for looking after him. The
man didn't remain with their people; his business of trading had him
constantly on the move.
Uncle Renolds had been considered a loner. That's what the man told
David to explain why he couldn't properly care for him and his reason for
leaving him on the Indian reservation. The man's years of trading with
the Shoshone People had permitted this favor.
The only Indians who could speak German had been the chief and the
medicine man, Sha-sa-took. The white boy had been welcomed to stay in the
chief's lodge with his two wives and three daughters. 'Too many chatting
females!' David quickly moved to Sha-sa-took's lodge since he lived alone.
The medicine man once had a family. Though he wouldn't give David
their names, he had described their faces and all the things that he had
loved about them. Sha-sa-took's wife had been a good worker who crafted
many beautiful objects at his request. She died while giving birth to
their only son. The boy had grown up strong but was killed at the age of
twelve by U.S. soldiers for reasons no one ever explained. That had
happened five winters ago.
When David asked to stay with Sha-sa-took, he was taken into that
man's lodge as the son he'd lost. The move greatly surprised the Indian
chief since their medicine man had always remained alone; no new wife to
keep him company. The man was kind and very patient with David. Their
relationship became very nearly like that of father and son.
David learned many fun things during his stay with the Shoshone. He
could ride a horse, throw a spear, swim in the river with his head
underwater, track and identify animals, dance, perform some rituals and
as always, he played with the other boys. Their Indian speech has been
slow to come to David, but if he could remain longer with them, he was
sure to learn all their words properly.
Sha-sa-took shifted his position over the mat. His breaths remained
even and noisy so David figured that the man still slept. He would have
to wait. Patience was one lesson that the medicine man had already taught
him. The boy wondered how patient Death would be before claiming the
ailing shaman.
The youth looked around Sha-sa-took's lodge to pass the time. The man
had few belongings; was he poor? What he did own seemed old and worn out
like the buffalo skin that the man used to cover himself when asleep. He
was respected by the other Indians but it wasn't reflected in material
goods. The medicine man seemed content though.
Food was brought to them daily by the women yet none lingered to stay
and chat. Sha-sa-took received few visitors. He couldn't easily leave his
lodge because of his crippled legs. David wondered when the shaman
performed his duties as healer. In the three months since staying with
Sha-sa-took, no one had ever come to be looked at by the medicine man.
David knew that Sha-sa-took could cure hurts. The man had used a white
paste of buffalo fat and crushed cactus plants to ease the boy's sore
penis. The skin of it had become red and chafed from playing the Indian
boys' rubbing game too often. A brown cream had been given him to protect
his pale skin from the harsh sun.
The medicine man had also known how to heal a person's inner pain.
David had often cried during his first weeks at the reservation.
Sha-sa-took's soft words of comfort had helped the boy to overcome the
loss of his parents and to put him at ease from the worries that
sometimes arose in his head. He was a good man.
How old was the shaman? David was never told but he imagined that the
man was in his thirties. His face was smooth and brown unlike the dried
weathered faces of some of the old squaws. A slim body. He wore his black
hair long like the other Indian warriors. It wasn't tied though. He
rarely wore a shirt and his breechclout was a soft lengthy cloth that
covered the middle of his body. Sometimes the boy was able to peek
through the yellow folds for the man's butt and his hairy loins.
Sha-sa-took grunted when he slowly sat up. His words startled the
white youth from his deep thoughts. "You make sad again?" he asked while
pointing to the boy's head.
David nodded and tried to smile. "I found a red-capped mushroom. Only
this one." He handed it to the shaman.
"Hmm. You are small," the medicine man answered. "Your spirit soar
high to full moon with it. More eating mushroom not good. Take you away
from me."
David understood the shaman's broken sentences. The man's German had
improved since they've been together. His own attempts at their Indian
language had not gone as well. The boy was glad that Sha-sa-took didn't
press him about it.
Something danced in the dark eyes of the shaman after he spoke. David
saw an intense emotion on the man's face but didn't understand its cause.
'Is he much worried about my rite?' the youth wondered. 'Much danger for
me?'
Sha-sa-took grinned. That brought a relief to David who was starting
to have new worries about what he faced tonight. The man touched his leg
and spoke.
"You play with boys today?" He grinned while making a rubbing gesture
with his hand over the boy's front flap.
David blushed. When his dick had hurt him, he reluctantly admitted to
his naked acts the Indian boys had shared with him. The shaman's white
paste had eased its burning pain. After much playing, his dick had become
used to handling and no longer chafed. He wondered why it was being
mentioned now.
"You like play with a man?" Sha-sa-took gently asked. David rapidly
blinked his eyes. He often did that out of nervousness or from the
unexpected. The boy wondered what the shaman was asking of him. No man
had ever touched him that way; only the Indian boys. Sha-sa-took awaited
a reply so he spoke up. "I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"Hmm. I think a thing in my head and to want if thing in yours, too."
David's mind raced. He tried to gather up the meaning from the man's
broken German. It wasn't really clear. The boy shrugged his shoulders and
fixed his eyes on the mushroom in the shaman's hand.
"You sweated with me; felt good in my arms our bodies touched."
A memory struck the boy that could explain Sha-sa-took's words. It was
something unexpected and exciting that had happened between them.
A few days ago, David saw the shaman being carried by two warriors to
a small hut set up on the bank of a river where the Indian boys often
swam. The hut was formed of elk hides stretched over many tied branches.
Tree bark covered the outside of the structure. A small fire burning
outside was used to heat stones.
Before their strange rite began, the warriors carried those stones
into their hut. The door flap was closed and harsh singing could be heard
from within. It was quite a spectacle to the white youth who had never
seen such a thing before.
David stood nearby while the three men remained in the hut. Puffs of
steam had sometimes erupted from it that reminded the boy of his mother's
tea kettle. He couldn't imagine how the men endured such heat.
They hadn't for long. The two naked warriors hurriedly left their hut
to cool off in the river with a swim. What had surprised David was seeing
the men's long dicks sticking out from their bodies. Like the boys,
theirs had a thick brown skin around the long manhood shafts. He wondered
if they had been playing the `rubbing game' inside.
Sha-sa-took had remained in the steaming hut. David went to it and
peeked in through the open door flap; the shaman was sitting just inside
over his folded legs. He gestured for the boy to join him.
David had felt the escaping steam and heat through the doorway. It
took much coaxing from Sha-sa-took to bring the boy inside with him. He
explained what the warriors and him had been doing: it was a sweat bath
rite. Water had been poured over the heated stones to steam their bodies
for a ridding of evil influences and poisons which poured out of their
skin. The shaman suggested that David's young body should undergo the
cleansing rite.
The boy reluctantly agreed. As he entered the small hut, his
breechclout was pulled from his waist by the man's hands and he was
brought down to sit in his lap. Sha-sa-took's swollen manhood pressed
against the boy's bottom.
It had been very hot and steamy inside the sweat hut. Heat from the
stones burned David's face and chest. Some cool water poured over his
head eased his discomfort but what made him uncomfortable was sitting
naked with the man. A strange experience. The boy had felt a little
scared, a bit too hot but very excited from the slippery nakedness of
their touching bodies.
David's pole became erected. He thought about pulling over it but felt
scared with the shaman there. It was silly since he had already admitted
playing that game of the Indian boys. For all he knew, those two warriors
could have been playing it with Sha-sa-took earlier.
They shared the sweat bath for only a short while. The two warriors
returned and carried the shaman with his boy out of their hut in a
playful attack. They were tossed into the river together. Words were
spoken between the warriors and some gestures made about David that he
couldn't understand. Often, the dark eyes of Sha-sa-took had fallen on
him during their swim.
Since that day, David noticed the man's bright eyes on him. There
seemed to be a change in the way Sha-sa-took looked at him and how he
acted. A bit scary. The boy wondered if he had done something to anger
the shaman.
"Why making sad?" the man asked to stir David from his deep thoughts.
He squeezed the youth's leg affectionately.
The boy looked into Sha-sa-took's dark eyes with some boldness. He
asked, "Did you play the `rubbing game' with those two warriors?"
"Ah. You think a thing in your head and in my head," he replied. "The
warriors strong in their display as men but not to play game. Have wives
for that. No. The heat make that. You inside hut with me strong be from
heat. When I hold you, the thing go in my head to play but I did not."
David's face was burning. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he
had thought about playing too.
The shaman squeezed the boy's leg again. He smiled when seeing the
youth's livid face that shown easily because of its normally pale color.
An idea came into the man's head; an exciting thing to try that would
test the boy's readiness.
David watched as the man's hand roamed up his leg. He felt its heat
shooting into him like an arrow. The man's fingers pushed under the front
flap of his breechclout and softly touch upon his balls. They were gently
tickled. The neat sensation raised up the fine hairs of his body with
many goose bumps forming over his legs. He felt a blood-warm stirring
inside his pole. It lifted up.
While the boy's body enjoyed the man's caresses, his head formed
troubling thoughts. He wondered why a full-grown man wanted to try naked
things with a boy. All that Sha-sa-took had said to him went round and
round in his head: playing the dick-pulling game of the boys, how the two
warriors had their wives for that and how the shaman asked if he'd like
to play with a man.
David tried coming up with an answer as to why Sha-sa-took was
interested in him that way. He knew that the Indian youths played their
skin rubbing game because it felt good; a need of the male body like
pissing. He knew that it was naughty behavior yet he did it himself in
defiance to the Church that had abandoned him. The Indians had taught him
new ways. Things that had made him feel good about himself and his new
life with them.
Sha-sa-took was a good man; the boy trusted him. Living together had
made them become close like that of father and son. But they really
weren't. David had lost his father and mother and the medicine man had
lost his wife and son. They had come together to form a new loving
family; white boy with Indian man.
David's heart beat faster in his chest. His breaths were coming as
gasps while within his breechclout was a fully-formed erection. He knew
that the man could see it pushing his front flap. The base of his dick
was tickled by the man's fingers. It seemed that the shaman was too shy
to take it in hand unlike his Indian friends who freely played their
skin-pulling game with him behind the earth lodges.
"You strong in body," asked Sha-sa-took "but why sad inside?"
David avoided the man's seeking eyes and shrugged his shoulders. He
didn't know what to say. The shaman's fingers ended their naughty
tickling. His balls were still being held and his hard dick pressed
against the sweaty warmth of the man's palm. He lowered his eyes in
embarrassment, noticing the telling bulge in the shaman's breechclout.
Seeing the man's erection put him a little at ease.
David remembered sitting over the shaman's lap in the sweat hut and
feeling his swollen cock against his butt. 'A hard brown snake!' It had
been a thrilling moment they shared though they didn't play the game
together. The boy gasped with intense excitement at the thought that they
were going to play it now.
David suddenly hiccuped. His chest felt pained when it happened again
and it didn't seem like they would be going away soon. Sha-sa-took saw
the boy's distress. He pulled his hand from the youth's breechclout and
lifted the boy by his under arms. David was turned around and brought to
sit in the shaman's lap.
Sha-sa-took wrapped his arms around David's chest and started
squeezing. The boy felt their tightening embrace and the warmth of the
man's chest pressing against his back. The strong arms around him kept
squeezing. David began to panic; he couldn't breathe!
When David fought to escape the shaman's tight arms, the man spoke to
explain what he was doing. "Our hug make it go away!"
The boy was gasping for air. In spite of the shaman's good intentions,
the squeezing was scaring him. The hiccups continued to wrack through his
small body; they were really hurting! So were the man's strong arms. Just
when the youth thought he couldn't take the pain any longer, Sha-sa-took
released him. The boy took in a tremendous breath.
The shaman gently held the youth in his lap and listened to his breaths;
no more hiccuping. He waited a long moment to be sure. "Ah. Gone away?"
David held a breath and released it. It was true... They had gone. The
man's scary hugging had chased his hiccups away. It was yet another thing
the shaman had shown him about his healing power.
Sha-sa-took smiled. He felt David's body relaxing in his arms; trust
had been returned. His hands went to the boy's slim shoulders in a
massage. After giving pain, the man wanted to pleasure the youth. His
fingers kneaded the soft muscles. The boy's head drooped forward.
Sha-sa-took enjoyed handling the youth's pale body with his hands. A
privilege to be touching such a cute young boy.
The man noticed his body's reaction to their closeness. He was getting
excited in a man's way like he felt when in the arms of his wife under
their sleeping hide. It surprised him. He recalled his sweet embrace with
David in the sweat hut and how his cock had urged him for a joining of
their male bodies... but he was a proven man; a son had been put into his
wife so why was he attracted to this boy?
It wasn't unknown amongst their People for two males to sexually join.
Boys usually played it as games with each other so that when taking
wives, they'd know how to perform. It was rarely continued into
adulthood. There was the whispered talk about two young braves from
another tribe who joined themselves as life companions. It was said that
they shared their hunt, slept in the same lodge and laid under one
sleeping hide together.
Sha-sa-took shook his head in dismay. Those two braves knew what they
were doing as grown men but David was only a boy. Even if he could get
himself to accept his attraction to another male, how could the youth?
And how would he get their bodies to join in a way more meaningful than
the boy's simple game?
David noticed that the massage had stopped. He shook his head so that
his long hair would tickle against the shaman's hands to get him back to
it. The ploy worked. Sha-sa-took returned to massaging with his strong
hands going down his back. They reached forward to the boy's belly and
slowly rose up to his chest. David's nipples pushed out under the man's
encircling finger motion. The man's touching was getting his pole very
hard. It made him want to play with himself.
A kiss went to David's neck. He felt the shaman's breath on him and
another kiss was planted there. Their strangeness made the youth uneasy
but his dick surged with nice thrills. Against his butt, he felt the
man's erection thumping between their breechclouts. The man's strong
hands held him very close. At that moment, David realized that the man
wanted to do more than play the naked games of his Indian friends with
him. Do love things.
David thought about it. He trusted Sha-sa-took in everything and loved
him. The man was like a father to him and more... but in that way too? He
never knew that his small body could experience male pleasure until his
games with the other Indian boys. The shaman was like an older boy who
needed to play with him since he didn't have a wife for that.
The kisses ended. Hands from the shaman fell away from the boy to rest
over the dirt. Silence. David felt awkward so he shifted his position
over the man's legs as if his weight may have been putting them to sleep.
He felt that something should be said to explain his movement so he
blurted out, "Were they hurting?"
"No. My legs not anything," replied Sha-sa-took.
The words puzzled David. He asked, "What does that mean `your legs not
anything?'"
Sha-sa-took reached around the boy sitting over him and struck his legs
with his fists. "No thing in them. My legs no feel pain and no can move."
"Why? What happened to them?" David asked. Only silence came after his
bold question upon the shaman causing him to regret having asked it.
Sha-sa-took was deep in thought. He went back in time to when he could
walk. 'Ah. the freedom of going wherever I wanted!' David fidgeted over
his legs; his unfeeling useless legs. He would tell the boy. "Evil
spirits sneaked in my legs to eat them one dark night. They knew I was
weak from sad in my head when son die. I almost die but not. My body
sweated in big heat to chase evil spirits away. Days go and go. I awaken
with legs no good."
David nodded. He had heard about people getting really sick with a
fever that could make them die. It was caused by disease. That's what it
sounded like what happened to the shaman.
"Look my legs," asked Sha-sa-took. "The evil spirits' bite marks."
David leaned forward to examine the man's legs. Over both of them were
ugly black marks that proved it was a disease. His heart was pained for
the shaman.
Sha-sa-took swallowed the anger in his throat. He didn't like talking
about his legs since after losing them, his People had stopped coming to
be healed. He had already lost his wife at childbirth, lost his son and
then suffered a near-death attack from evil spirits which took away his
ability to walk and care for himself as a man. His tribe had to take care
of him. It made his life empty without having responsibilities for himself
and his People. When David came along, it made the shaman useful again.
The ignorant white youth had to be taught many things if he were to become
a true human being.
The boy was bent over to see the black marks on the man's legs.
Sha-sa-took watched the cheeks of his pale butt opening under his
breechclout. He lifted the rear flap for a peek. The boy's innermost
nakedness revealed a smooth pink hole. It excited the shaman.
David felt a warm breath over his backside. The man was lifting the
rear of his breechclout and the boy knew he was looking into his butt.
Hanging down close to his cheeks was his small balls. A thrill went
through him from the man's peeking. He continued to bend over as if to
look some more at the black marks.
Sha-sa-took had looked into butts before as tribal medicine man. They
were a troublesome part of a person's body that sometimes needed a
healing paste to ease discomfort. He was surprised that peeking at this
white youth's pink hole was making his cock surge with lust. The man
suddenly knew how their male bodies could join if the boy would allow it.
He had a nice butthole; tighter than a woman's opening and likely a
better feel around his stabs if his long dick could fit in it. The man
gently pressed his fingers into the crack of the youth's butt to tickle
over his smooth pink opening down to his soft balls.
David felt his hole being touched. It sent a tremendous surge through
his erection as if he were handling it. His balls were also tickled. He
knew that what the man was doing to him was very naughty. Not even the
Indian boys had dared to try such a naked thing!
Sha-sa-took discovered to his amusement that his hand had crept within
his breechclout to handle his hard cock. Its manly excitement oozed to his
fingers. He switched hands so that his sticky essence could be brought to
the boy's opening. Gently, he pushed a finger inside. The boy's pink hole
took it in like a mouth that was thirsty for what more his loins could
put in there. The shaman began an in and out fingering to test the
youth's williness to be fucked.
David became very embarrassed from the man's playing with his butthole.
He didn't understand his interest for it. Slowly, the boy sat up and acted
as if nothing had happened.
"I saw the black marks over your legs," the boy whispered. "There are
many of them."
"Yes. Evil spirit bites," answered Sha-sa-took. He too kept from saying
anything about the boy's butthole. His fingers had tested the youth and
found him willing if not somewhat shy about how their bodies could join
man to boy.
The shaman lovingly reached his arms around the trembling youth and
held him close. It was awkward that the two of them seemed to want to make
love but neither willing to admit or act upon it openly. Sha-sa-took knew
that imbibing the red mushroom will make the boy more receptive to what was
planned for him. The Great Mystery may put visions in the youth's head to
guide his spirit while the man definately planned to put his seed in the
young flesh. 'Oh, it will be a wonderful full-moon rite!'
A noise drew their attention to the doorway. Coming down into their
lodge was a woman with her gathering basket offering them her morning
greeting. The man was holding his new son in his lap. She smiled to see
that the white youth was being so well cared for.
David sprang up from the shaman's legs. He went to the woman and was
given her basket filled with food: fresh fruit, a piece of honeycomb and
some strips of freshly smoked meat. The boy felt his stomach rumbling
with hunger.
The woman didn't stay long. She gave Sha-sa-took a few words of news
then left their earth lodge. David lowered the basket to the man's lap
and sat at his side in anticipation of their breakfast. The man wouldn't
eat. He waved his hand over the food in a gesture that it was not to be
taken.
"Remember I say no can eat," explained Sha-sa-took. "Your rite tonight."
David sadly shook his head. The shaman had told him that food wasn't
taken on the day of a ritual. He would have to fast until its passing. The
small red mushroom came to mind - he would be making a risky meal of it!
"Go," asked the shaman. "I have things to do so go out and play. Eat
not! And no do thing with your pole. Save it for me tonight!"
The boy was already climbing the short stairs of their lodge when he
heard the last strange request. It excited David with the promise that the
man would be playing love things with him in the ritual.
The boy moped around the Indian camp and avoided the other boys. He
didn't want to be tempted into playing any of their naked games. There
were mostly old women to be found. They sat over woven ground mats before
their lodges to sew clothes, prepare food and to gossip with each other.
Their cracked voices lowered whenever he came near. It wasn't like he
could understand what the women were saying but he felt that they might
be talking about him.
David noticed that there were fewer men on the reservation than women.
Some old men could be seen but not many young men; had they been killed
off? The boy remembered hearing about Sha-sa-took's only son who had been
shot by the soldiers. Did that explain why there were so few warriors? He
kept his eyes out for them. When a young man came into sight, the boy
leaned against the rounded wall of an earth lodge to study him. Did he
look concerned?
The Indian warrior went shirtless. His hairless chest was muscled and
had brown rounded nipples sticking out that was very attractive to the boy
to see in a man. Hanging down between them was a small leather bundle on a
thong necklace. A headband kept the man's long black hair out of his face.
His waist was covered with a lengthy deerskin cloth for his breechclout.
He also wore pants leggings and moccasins for his feet. To David, he looked
strong and proud without any concern for being spied on.
A squeezing was felt in the boy's stomach when he saw the warrior lift
his front flap to piss. It was a common enough thing amongst the Indians.
All the boys urinated to the dirt without a care of being seen and it was
also true for the men. The warrior held his thick dick between his fingers
and let go. His yellow stream raised some dust when it struck the dry
earth. The man's balls couldn't be seen; they were tucked within the
forward fold of his breechclout. His dick wasn't hard with excitement so
its knob was hidden within its foreskin. The boy had a strange yearning
to see it.
When the young warrior glanced in his direction, David lifted his
front flap to piss. He couldn't think of anything else to do that would
keep the man from wondering. To the boy's dismay, his pole had become
hard. It was difficult to coax his urine out with the man watching him.
The warrior finished. He walked up to the white youth with his front
flap still lifted against his belly. David eyed the man's thickly skinned
dick hanging down. His pink pole was curiously looked over in turn by the
Indian man who seemed amazed that its foreskin had been cut. The warrior
knew that it lessened the boy's ability to grow into manhood so a rite
would be performed to restore it.
The Indian slid the front end of his breechclout sideways over his
thong belt to expose his loins. He pulled away the white boy's front
cloth. He was relieved to see that there was still a roundness to his
small balls; the youth hadn't been castrated like a gelded male horse. The
man's rite began when he pressed the loose folded tip of his brown cock
against the boy's pink head to fit it through until their knobs touched
inside. It was a very tickly sensation to the youth since his erection was
feeling very sensitive from being hard.
The shaft of David's stiff pole was taken into the man's hand and
pulled into the rubbery foreskin some more. Thrills shot through it. He
could feel moist heat surrounding his dick and its sensitive tip rubbed
against the swelling knob of the man's. A back and forth pulling motion
was made over both their connected dicks to extend the man's long forskin
over more of the boy's pink erection. The Indian warrior managed to wrap
it nearly down to the youth's balls making David's erection look Indian
brown and thick.
The young warrior seemed pleased by his accomplishment. He kept his
thick foreskin extended as far as it would go around the boy's erection
within the forming 'o' of his thumb and fingers. David felt the man's
hand tighten, pinching his shaft inside. The boy wondered what it was
accomplishing. The man's act looked similar to the boy's thrilling dick
game but it wasn't.
A strange gesture was made to David. The Indian man pointed at his
navel and made a sweeping motion down from it through his dick to the
man's dick he was connected to and ending at the man's navel. The flowing
gesture was repeated in the reversed direction with the man ending his
gesture by pointing at David's navel. 'What does it mean?' he wondered.
The Indian grunted. He squeezed his extended forskin around the boy's
dick and after a moment, David felt something warm entering his dick from
the man's. It became a steady flow that made a filling sensation in his
bladder. A liquid dripped from the man's tight fingers to the dirt. The
boy's eyes widened with understanding.
When the warrior's flow ended, he made the navel pointing gesture
'from boy to man'. David knew that it was his turn to piss. He made a
pushing from his bladder to force his urine through the man's dick from
his dick. The extended foreskin only leaked a little in the man's tight
hand. When he finished, the man repeated his pointing gesture and David
felt his bladder slowly filling. It was a very odd sensation.
The warrior squeezed his extended foreskin around the boy's dick and
repeated his 'from boy to man' gesture. David pissed into the man until
his bladder was empty again. He felt an increasing pressure against the
head of his dick from the man's swelling knob. His pink dick was slowly
being pushed from the brown foreskin. It seemed that their back and forth
pissing rite was getting the warrior very excited.
With a knowing grin, the warrior began a lusty pulling over his long
foreskin while keeping a hold of David's pink dick to keep it inside.
Pleasure shown in the man's dark eyes when he masturbated. The boy felt
thrilled to see the dick pulling game of the boys' being performed by a
man and he realized that at its ending, something other than urine was
going to flow from 'man to boy'!
David reached out to the warrior's hips and held them to keep their
bodies steady next to each other. The back and forth pulling of the man's
foreskin extending over the boy's erection gave him some nice thrills but
not enough to get the boy to explode. He also remembered Sha-sa-took's
words: 'no do thing with your pole - save it for me!' so the youth tried
keeping himself from achieving climax. It was difficult.
The Indian warrior used both his hands to align the piss holes of their
touching knobs within his foreskin. David took a nervous look around for
anyone watching. Pissing to the ground in public was one thing but what
the man was performing with him was something better done behind the earth
lodges. That's where the boys kept their dick playing from being seen by
the girls. Luckily, it was the afternoon. The heat kept most people inside
their lodges and there were no girls or women in sight. David hoped that
the man's lusty rite would end soon before they were caught.
This thing must have also been in the warrior's head since he rushed
his dick towards climax. His breaths were held. He glared at the white
youth and thought him fortunate to be receiving this manly rite from him.
It was a thing he'd often done in his youth with boyhood friends to
empower their small balls to make seed. His unusually long foreskin was
the key to making it happen.
The warrior's balls tingled in warning. His low grunt of satisfaction
announced that he was cumming and David had his dick squeezed to prevent
the foreskin from leaking the passage of the man's precious gift to him.
The boy felt a strong flow into his dick. It was warmer than urine the
man had pissed to his bladder earlier. The boy rapidly blinked his eyes.
He realized that the man's sperm had gone into him!
The warrior gestured to the white youth what had been accomplishment
from his empowering rite. He pointed at his handful of balls and made a
sweeping motion up from them to his dick and through the boy's dick until
pointing down at the boy's pink balls. Then the man raised his arm and
tightened its muscles in a show of strength while pointing back at the
youth. David understood. As the man had filled his bladder with his
urine, his lusty rite had sent manly seed from his mature loins to fill
the boy's small balls so that they too would develop into a man's.
They stood together for a while to ensure the flow of manly seed down
into the boy's immature loins. The warrior slowly pulled over his thick
foreskin around David's erection so that the boy would know what it felt
like to have intact glans. It was very pleasurable for both man and boy.
David remembered where they were. He kept a nervous look around for
anyone passing their way. The warrior didn't seem concerned and often
smiled down at him. He reached out to the youth's soft brown hair and
stroked it to put him at ease.
A young brave happened by. He greeted the proud warrior and passed the
white youth with a smug grin on his face; his hand lifting to the boy
with only his index finger outstretched in a hard male gesture. It
embarrassed David that the brave had noticed his erection but too he felt
excited by its discovery. If the boy had been caught showing a hard pole
by his own Christian people, they wouldn't have so easily passed him by
with only a smile for punishment. David was glad that he was living
amongst the free Indians.
The warrior pulled back his rubbery foreskin to release the boy's dick.
It was left covered in white sperm. With his fingers, the man held the
youth's piss hole open while pushing the globs of his thick cum into it.
David gasped. He saw how differently a man's release looked when compared
to his water squirts that came out after playing the Indian boys' game.
He hoped that the man's rite would get his body to quickly mature.
The Indian man pointed at his navel with a grin. He aimed his brown
dick down at the ground and pissed. It was a strong flow that lasted for
a while. David knew that the man's bladder was full from both of their
bodies. Within his body was the man's seed. Knowing that gave him a
strange sense of satisfaction and excitement.
David watched the Indian warrior pull the front cloth of his breechclout
forward to cover his loins. Pride shown on his face for the man's powerful
body and what it could perform. With a silent hand wave, the Indian turned
from him and walked away. He would always remember what the kind man had
done for him that day.
David felt a powerful urge from his erection to play with it but he
remembered the shaman's words so he ran to the river for a cool swim.
'That will make it go down,' he hoped. The boy didn't go to the usual
places since he needed to avoid his Indian boy friends. He knew they'd
be in the water to escape the heat of the afternoon. A new swimming spot
had to be found further from camp.
During his long walk, David's upcoming ritual was ever in his mind. He
wondered if things would be revealed to him of the future; will he become
an Indian as Sha-sa-took's adopted son or will his uncle be returning to
take him away. He also wondered if he'd survive eating the red mushroom
that allowed him his dance within.
When the boy felt that he'd traveled far enough along the winding
river, he untied the thong belt from around his waist and dropped his
breechclout to the muddy bank. Naked, the boy waded into the slow moving
water. His sweaty body enjoyed the cool relief. After a long swim of
diving for stones, splashing at turtles sunning themselves on the bank
and practicing holding his breath underwater, the boy left the river to
dry himself. The hot sun felt good over his body. He enjoyed this moment
of being alone before his ritual. A way of looking at everything for the
last time in case the mushroom killed him. David giggled. He really
didn't think Sha-sa-took would risk losing another son.
Thoughts began flying around in the boy's head. He still didn't have
answers as to why the shaman was interested in him. His body was smallish
and undeveloped. There were only a few black hairs on his groin to show
off like the older Indian boys though he could squirt out after playing
with his dick. That was the envy of the younger boys.
David wondered about something else. 'Does a man need to come out when
his dick gets hard?' He knew that the warrior's release was done in ritual
to quicken the development of his growing body. 'Was it ever done for fun?'
The boy remembered feeling the shaman's swollen cock against his butt in
the sweat hut but the man didn't play with himself like a boy would have.
The man was also excited when peeking at his hole... he even dared to
touch it. 'Does Sha-sa-took really like my butt?'
The youth reached back to handle himself there. Although his butt was
small when compared to the shaman's, his cheeks were nicely rounded. Soft
and warm under the boy's exploring hand. An exciting tremor went through
him from touching his cheeks. He wondered what the man liked about them.
'My hole?' With his body still dripping from the river, the boy slipped
his finger into his butt's entrance like Sha-sa-took had done. It felt
tight and unyielding. 'What would the man be wanting to do with that part
of my body?'
A revealing notion dropped into David's head. He thought of that naked
Indian girl he had spied on at the river. She had a small opening in the
front of her body where a boy's dick could fit into her. He had gotten
that idea from watching an older Indian boy embrace an unsuspecting youth
from behind and make a playful bucking into his butt as if he were a girl.
The youth had cried out in pain, separating their bodies. All the boys had
laughed at him. 'Is the shaman interested in fitting his cock into my
rear end?'
David shook his head in disbelief. He wondered how such a dumb idea
could have entered his head. Sha-sa-took had stuck into his wife to bring
him a son; not to play like the Indian boys with their naked games and
showing off. Yet for a moment, he imagined what it would be like sitting
over the man's legs 'with his hard cock sticking between the cheeks of my
butt moving in and out.'
A giggle escaped the boy's lips. He reached down for his breechclout
and tied it around his waist. Hidden beneath the front flap was his hard
pole. It had grown long from thinking about Sha-sa-took being with him
that way. The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering among the earth
lodges while he imagined similar things. It was very difficult for David
not to join the Indian boys in male relief.
By early evening, David returned to the shaman's earth lodge. He found
the man sleeping under his buffalo hide snoring loudly. With his empty
belly rumbling, the boy felt too weary to sit and wait. He joined
Sha-sa-took in sleep.
David woke with a start. He felt the building heat from the central
fire pit against his skin and heard the shaman's low chanting. Through
the lodge's smoke hole, he saw the glow of the full moon. Its brilliance
chased all the stars away. His stomach filled with frantic butterflies
from the thought that his dangerous rite was soon to begin.
"Rise up," asked Sha-sa-took. "You dance within and from out tonight."
David grinned. Though the man's words were wrong, he understood what
was being said. He rose up from the ground and stood before the shaman.
The fire revealed the painted colors drawn over the man's face and arms.
A kind of finger painting he had done in school over white paper.
A small bowl was brought out for David to eat from. The boy eagerly
took a piece and gobbled it down as the man watched. He recognized the
taste. It was good smoked meat with a bitter flavor lingering in his
mouth. The boy's eyes flashed in alarm. He knew what had been mixed in
with his ritual meal.
"Eat all so you to dance within," explained the shaman. "It a good
journey from here (while pointing at the ground) to the Above (while
pointing upwards). I will join you."
David watched the shaman eat a few strips of smoked meat from his
bowl. Not as much as he had taken. The empty bowl was put down and a
medicine rattle taken in hand by the man. Its shaking announced the
beginning of the boy's sacred rite. He was asked to dance around the
blazing fire.
A great joy went through David to participate in a rite as if he were
a real Indian. He stomped his legs and swung his arms in a hearty display.
The fire's heat made his body sweat. The man's rattling was loud in his
ears and soon his head began to spin. When the youth thought that he
couldn't stand up any longer, he dropped down at the man's legs. A small
water skin was given him to drink from. The liquid was flavored. It went
down his throat and put out the fire that had been burning deep in his
belly. His head still swam.
"You go soon," warned Sha-sa-took. "Remember to keep both feet on
mother earth so you to return from the Above!"
David stood up as he was asked. As if in slow motion, he watched the
shaman pull away his two flaps from around his body to bare him. His pole
was standing up against his belly with its urgent need for relief. "I
have to go outside," he asked. "I'll be right back!"
Sha-sa-took shook his head though he understood what pained the youth.
"Your rite begin so must stay! I will drink it."
David blinked his eyes with surprise. He watched the shaman take hold
of his sides and lean forward with his mouth opening around the tip of his
erection. It slipped in. With a soft pat over his rear end, Sha-sa-took
urged the youth to piss. It took the boy a moment but he managed to let
go. The man eagerly drank it and he even sucked over his hard pole for
more. The thrills felt nice from his dick. He had to close his eyes from
the strangeness of what the man was doing to him.
Flashes of lightning seeped through the boy's eyelids from the ritual
fire. In his ears was a raging storm. The shaman's strong hands steadied
his body while he felt his spirit being freed. His weary flesh remained
on the earth. David leaped up through the lodge's smoke hole to soar high
into night's sky.
The brilliant stars crackled all around the boy. They danced wildly
around the silvery moon that stared at him with a silent grin. He came
upon a high cliff. Without the use of wings, David had to climb it. He
reached up to the next stony protrusion and lifted his left foot onto a
toehold. His butt flexed from the climb. In the front of him, he felt his
stiff pole pushing into a hole in the rock.
The high cliffs formed a statue. David stood against the stony shape
of a kneeling man who held him close, mouth on his groin. The boy felt
cool hands over his butt, urging his forward stabs. Wonderful thrills
were building in his erection. He couldn't reach down to play with
himself because of his death grip on the rock ledge.
The sensation was becoming too intense. More thrilling than if someone
were pulling over his stiff dick with their hand. He was going to be
pissing something other than urine in the man's mouth if he didn't stop
soon...
"I'm going to squirt!" David shouted. He felt his dick stiffen and
spit into the thirsty mouth. It made the stone man grin. Much pleasure
was felt from the boy's loins when they came to fruition. The youth cried
out in his high-pitched voice as he fell. His hands flung out to grab
onto something that could break his fall. The ground came up. There was
no crushing stop when his feet returned to the earth. He had remembered
Sha-sa-took's words.
David felt his body being turned to the setting sun. Its heat was
tremendous! He looked for a place in the river to swim but none could be
found. On the bank, his butt opened so that he could finger his hole. It
stuck in with the ease of a slippery tongue. The in and out motion made
his dick surge. It was a neat sensation that the boy had never experienced
before. He bent over some more.
The boy felt himself falling again. A man's strong hands carried him
down into his lap for a hug. David felt safe. He knew where he was and
welcomed the shaman's interest for his butt. There was a pushing between
the cheeks of his sweaty ass that found its tight entrance and slipped in.
Pain! The boy squirmed within the strong arms that squeezed his chest.
His hiccuping wouldn't go away. He endured the man's tight hold since he
knew that they would be scared away soon.
Tiny evil spirits rose up from the Sha-sa-took's legs to try biting
him. Under the shaman's direction, they were burned up by the ritual
fire's glowing sparks. He wouldn't be losing his legs... yet his butt
hurt him greatly. It was a rhythmic pain that threatened to split his
cheeks. The boy felt that he knew what was inside him deeply.
David gritted his teeth and held breaths to end the pain. His small
body was bounced over the shaman's folded legs in the sweat hut. He felt
the man's hard cock in his butt playing in there. His own dick was aching
for another release so he tried finding it. A hand was already pulling
over its stiffness like a medicine rattle. The thrilling music beat
itself into the boy's soul.
Kisses went to the youth's neck. He enjoyed their tickling feel that
helped to distract him from their hot sweat rite. The man's breath cooled
his skin with soft moans in his ear that told the boy how much his body
was being enjoyed. The sharp pain in his butt turned to only a filling
sensation. The pain could be endured. Their bodies kept bumping together.
A horse nickered softly when David urged his mount to a gallop. He was
riding bareback with only his breechclout separating their sweat-slicked
slippery bodies. The fast speed was exhilarating to the youth. He clutched
the thong reins and kept his balance over the horse's bouncing back. His
butt really hurt him. When he tried pulling up on the reins, the wild
horse only went faster. The boy hung on for dear life.
The horse changed into a brown man. David clung to his arms so that he
wouldn't fall down. Between his legs, he felt an urgent pulling around
his stiff pole. Its thrills mixed with the pain from his butt. His breaths
held and the boy cried out when squirts came out of his dick. At that
moment, his asshole tightened around Sha-sa-took's cock getting it to cum
in him. Together, the man and boy enjoyed their sweet male releases. The
full moon gazed down on their joining rite. Its silvery face looked like
uncle Reynolds who smiled with approval.
A familiar aching from his penis awakened David. He was about to get
up from the dirt when noticing that his body was being held. The shaman's
buffalo skin covered them both. Under it, he felt their naked bodies
touching. A flash of memory came to the boy. He remembered his ritual
visions from last night.
David realized that he couldn't move without disturbing the shaman
from his sleep and besides, he liked being held. The man's right arm was
cradling his head from the dirt. His left arm was wrapped around his
chest. It was very warm beneath the thick buffalo hide that made their
bodies sweat. He would welcome the cool air but not right now...
The boy had to piss. He knew how to turn his dick's aching to pleasure
so he reached down for it. Slow strokes were made over its stiffness to
build up the thrills. He thought of what happened last night with a
giggle. 'The shaman had swallowed my urine!' When the red-capped mushroom
had taken hold of him, he imagined himself climbing a steep cliff that
became a stone man who had sucked off his dick and then had him sitting
over the horseman's cock to squirt in his butt. David felt a slight aching
from his hole. 'That really happened?'
David felt stunned. Yet he accepted their joining since it was a good
thing. He was both a son to the shaman and his wife to fulfill that need
of the man. In exchange, the shaman would be a father to him until his
uncle returned.
The boy felt a breath against his neck and suspected that the shaman
had awakened. He stopped pulling over his erection so that he wouldn't
get caught. 'Sha-sa-took knows that I do it!' Yet the boy felt embarrassed
if he were to be seen playing with himself. Against his rear end, he felt
a lifting of the man's cock pressing under him. Its hardness sent a
shiver up the boy's spine. A bold idea came to the youth. He wiggled his
butt to get the man's erection to rise between his cheeks. The tip of it
tickled against his hole. 'Will he want to stick in me?'
David waited. He listened to the shaman's breaths to determine if he
was really sleeping or not. The boy wasn't sure. He felt the man's cock
throbbing between the cheeks of his butt but it didn't push in. The
aching in his own dick got the youth back to playing with it. He turned
its pain into sweet male thrills. Behind him, he flexed his butt cheeks
to play with the man's erection while handling his own.
A soft moan escaped Sha-sa-took's lips. David knew that he was awake
and enjoying his butt. A shiver went through the youth when realizing how
vulnerable he was. In the arms of a full-grown man, he risked being stuck
into as if he were a willing girl. Even forced to being rape if he wasn't
so willing! The boy's dancing from within came to mind. He had already
endured being mounted and the act had made them closer. His uncle had
smiled with approval for what they had done. 'No. That was only a dream.'
David felt confused about what was real and what wasn't from last
night. All he did know was that he loved Sha-sa-took and that he would be
willing to give himself to the man in any way. The shaman was too shy to
take what he offered.
The boy pulled his hand from around his dick to reach back for his
butt. He opened himself to the man's cock in the hope that he'd stick in.
There was no forward stab so he tried something else. The youth reached
back to the shaman's rear end. His sweaty cheeks felt cool under the
boy's palm. With his fingers pressed into the soft skin, he signaled his
readiness for the man to mount him. An urgent pulling was made over the
man's butt to get his own butt stuck into.
Sha-sa-took lowered his hand from the boy's chest to find his erection.
His fingers wrapped around its moist stiffness. He felt the urgent hand
over his ass that asked him to fuck the boy's hole. His cock urged him
yet he feared hurting the white youth. There was no red mushroom in his
belly to dull the pain and make him passive as in last night's ritual.
David gasped when feeling the man's hand around his long pole. He
moved his butt in the sweet rhythm of being masturbated. A sharp thrill
went through the boy when the tip of the man's cock pressed onto his
hole. To force its deeper entry, he backed his butt onto it hard. His
hand over Sha-sa-took's rear end also begged him to stab! There was pain
when their male bodies connected. David endured it since he'd be given a
greater thing in return. Not just to coax the man's seed into his body
for a satisfying of manly need but to win the shaman's utter love for
him. A love that would prevent his uncle from taking him away!
The tight fit from their joining made David gasp in pain. Sha-sa-took
heard it and kept himself from thrusting in that little butt. He held the
dear boy close to his chest and waited with his eyes tightly shut. The
man tried not thinking about what he was doing to the youth. His flesh
felt as one with the boy yet his heart warned him that it was rape. He
thought about pulling out.
David felt the shaman's hold of his body loosening; his erection was
released. With his hand, he urgently pulled over the man's rear end to
signal that they should remain stuck together. In a whisper, he asked:
"Don't let me go!" Sha-sa-took felt tears stinging his eyes. He was torn
between the boy's desire matched with the lust from his loins while his
heart ached him to stop. He found his voice and spoke. "I won't ever let
go, David. My heart is yours but this thing we do is good or not?"
"You did it to me last night."
The shaman remembered. Under the influence of the mushroom, his inner
dancing had joined with the boy's that now left him with some regret. He
tightened his hold of the youth's sweaty body in his arms while his cock
throbbed. The small hand pulled over his butt again, urging him to
perform a man's task. Yet he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
David humped himself against the shaman's hairy groin. That forced a
small movement from the man's cock in him. Its filling sensation in his
hole was uncomfortable but its deeper stabs made his pole surge. He heard
low moans on his neck. The man was surrendering himself to the joy of
their male bonding. His pole was taken in hand and pulled on. He too
began to moan from pleasure.
With his free right hand, the boy reached up to find the shaman's hand
and clutched it. Their fingers tightened like their joined bodies. The
pace of their mating grew frantic. David backed into the man's forward
stabs to deepen his cock's penetration in his little butt. It was a
strange sensation of pain mixed with growing pleasure to what they did.
The boy knew what he was doing. He wanted all of Sha-sa-took's love.
The man held his boy and gave him what love he could. All their months
together had culminated into this sweet moment of joining between flesh
and their hearts. The medicine man was healed by it. The youth gained a
father and lover.
Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He knew what the boy was enduring and
it marveled him. After the death of his wife, a part of his manhood had
ended. He never imagined a little white boy would assume that role which
would get him to act as a man again. What a joyous awakening it was!
With all his wisdom, the shaman didn't understand why his loins lusted
for a boy. He was a proven man with the birth of his son. The twelve years
raising him were filled with wonderful experiences he'd never forget.
Too soon it had ended from a tragic misunderstanding between Indian and
white folk. He lost what remained of his family. Serving his People as
medicine man was what kept him alive but with the loss of his legs, he
lost even that. Then a white youth was placed under his care.
Sha-sa-took raised his head in silent prayer of thanks unto Him for
the unexpected direction his life had taken. David was a great joy in
that new life. He promised to bring him up as if he were his true son.
The boy felt that same joy in his heart. He had gained a loving father
that would bring him up as a free human being. Their bodies were joined
to share the sweet joys of the flesh. It was true man/boy love.
The man's hand resumed to masturbate the boy's stiff pole while he
moved his cock with love's rhythm in him. The youth pulled over his butt,
coaxing his inward thrusts. He was performing as a man again. The joyous
task of being man!
There was a tingling in David's balls that warned him of his rising
climax. He cried out and wet to the man's tight fingers grasping his
pole. The sharp thrills he felt were better than he had ever imagined!
Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He felt the strain of his butt muscles
when forcing his long cock as deep as he could within the boy's little
ass. Their ringed muscles tightened, squeezing his cock and that made him
cum. Strongly! Without any shame, the man growled out like a bear. He was
fulfilling himself as a man with the love that he had for a young boy.
They laid together to catch their breaths. David felt a strange
fulfillment when knowing that his small body had satisfied the man; seed
filled his butthole. He too squirted seed to the man's hand that he
clasped in his own. Their sticky fingers wiggled together in a kind of
game. It was a precious moment for them both.
The shaman swallowed in his throat and voiced his earlier question to
the boy: "This thing we do is good or not?"
David heard the medicine man's concern. It seemed that a small boy
understood more than his elder. His body ached from performing the adult
act but it made his heart burst with pride and much joy. He answered the
shaman simply: "I love you!"
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